And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choi
Hi - a new site has been launched where you can create your own games and stories online, rather easily. Here's the link: GamesCreate.com - it doesn't require any programming which is the best part!
I can't seem to upload music here even though it is considered an artform but you can have a listen to some of my work at either:
www.forsakendays.com/neomarine/
or
www.acidplanet.com/neomarine/
also check out
www.concord-designs.net/forum/